Of course!

Jacques eagerly nods, eager to see what kind of wealth she's hiding under her slip.

"Then... you've got to show me more," Jorella says with a wicked smile. "Git them drawers off!"

Jacques looks at her, utterly confused. Jorella lets out an 'eep' and buries her face in her hands, ashamed that she's let her crass rural upbringing slip through.

"Your trousers," she declares trying (and failing) to sound more sophisticated. "Remove them."

Jacques blushes at the demand, but slowly starts to slide out of them. Feeling nervous for the first time tonight, he awkwardly tries to yank them off before remembering he's still wearing his own boots.

Jorella laughs at his mistake, making the thief even more embarrassed and flustered. He quickly yanks them off and tosses them away, before kicking his pants off and adding them to the growing pile of discarded clothing.

He's now standing before the merchant woman in just his boxers, an embarrassing affair of white fabric with pink hearts. Jacques awkwardly places his hands in front of his crotch, as he shuffles his feet back and forth.